If truth is not to be found on the shelves of the British Museum, where, I asked myself, picking up a notebook and a pencil, is truth?
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Today, 255 years later, I was one of the very last visitors to leave at closing time. I offer here a pithy reflection to mark this particular milestone in the Museum’s history.
The original proposed ticket for admission to view the Museum’s collection, located in the Trustees Original Papers of 1757. |
Postscript
Don’t miss Part Two of ‘To Make a Beginning’, published earlier today.
On our honeymoon in 1983 my husband and I visited the Museum during some kind of electrical blackout. Consequently, the famous Parthenon horses were lit by spotlight, and I was lucky enough to get stunning photos. I love that museum!
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